|Photographing the photographer|
|It was as if Marcheline just couldn't stop laughing. Mind you with the strong wind I had the advantage (I was wearing a well anchored hat and, in any case, I don't have much hair to be blown around).|
|The angle and the lens I used made the broch look much squatter than it really is.|
|An impressed and happy Marcheline's Mum.|
|Relaxed and happy.|
|It's definitely a stone!|
What struck me very forcibly though was just how at home my visitors were from the moment they stepped through the front door. I am always delighted when people make themselves at home at Tigh na Mara and this was instant 'at homeness'.
The laughter stopped briefly whilst we all slept and then continued during 'breakfast' which went on for several hours.
One thing I have found is a fellow human who who can start three consecutive sentences without finishing any of them and who, instinctively, started finishing my sentences almost as soon as we met. People who know me well will understand the last sentence only too well.